. . . C A P T A I N C C H A R I S M A . . .

Christian, one of the most well-known superstars in the wrestling world today. His rise to stardom started in 2001, when he and his brother Edge hit Solid Gold Wrestling by storm, beating the New Age Outlaws in their debut, and taking possession of the Tag Team titles there in three weeks. From there on out, it was nothing but pure domination, as this team revitalized what tag team wrestling used to be in the mid-80s. Edge and Christia went on to be SGW Tag Champion three times, which tied the SGW record for most reigns by a team, and Edge ended up with four reigns, the most by an individual superstar in the company's four year history. Their feuds with Chris Kanyon and Tajiri and The Sandman and Justin Credible are that of SGW legend. They also won the Pick Your Title Shot Tournament back to back in 2001(Edge) and 2002(Christian), and was inducted into the company's prestigious Hall of Fame as one of the few tag teams inducted. From there, ACW called and Christian became the first ACW World Champion by winning a fatal fourway match at Fully Loaded, also his first world title in any organization, never losing the belt, withstanding such opponents such as Mr. Perfect, Scott Steiner, and Triple H. He also captured two Tag Titles with fellow SGW tag team royally, D-Von Dudley, and his nemesis Mr. Perfect, never losing those either time. Christian and Vince Russo led a stable called the New Blood in ACW that tore the company apart, at one time, holding all the belts ACW offered. He was inducted into the ACW Hall of Fame and then the Official Hall of Fame in 2002. In SGWx, the rebirth of his home company, he was set to win the World title, ending the winning streak of Ric Flair, the CWE legend in the semi-finals, but circumstances came up and put a halt to SGWx, robbing Christian of his third world title, which he would have captured over Steve Corino. Christian was one of the most feared superstars in the wrestling world for years without stopping. You name it and Captain Charisma has achieved it. You name the person, and more than likely, Christian has disposed of that person in some shape, form, or fashion throughout his storied and golden career in professional wrestling. Two world titles, seven tag titles, two fed HOF inductions, and the official Hall of Fame induction later, Christian is back and he's fixing to show this business who really is the man..Because that's how he rolls.

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[[ Static. ]]

[[ Fade up the PCW logo. ]]

[[ The scene opens up inside of the luxurious home of the Captain himself. We see Christian relaxing on a white leather couch, wearing a gold and black stripped button up shirt and black pants. He looks very relaxed, without a care in the world as he watches old tapes of himself. His eyes turn to the size of watermelons, evidently something extraordinarily good just occured. He reluctantly takes his eyes off the television long enough to look back quickly. ]]

Christian: Tomko, come see how good I look!

[[ He returns quickly back to the tv before looking again, unsatisfied with Tomko's promptness. ]]

Christian: TOMKO!

[[ He looks on with a huge smile from ear to ear as Tomko comes walking into the camera's view. He's wearing his customary black tank top and pants. He stands beside the couch, arm crossed, looking like a statue. ]]

Christian: How great am I in this match, Tomko?

Tyson Tomko: ...

Christian: Wow, you're so kind...But Tyson, I didn't want you to come see my match, though it is an instant classic to which will be studied by students of wrestling wanting to see how you do things in the ring the RIGHT way..But big man, why I really called you in here for was to tell you a surprise.

Tyson Tomko: .... ...!!

[[ Christian shakes his head agreeing. ]]

Christian: Yeah, I know you like surprises. So that's why this afternoon, you, me, Trish, and Cornette are going on an adventure.

[[ Tomko rolls his eyes. ]]

Christian: Hey, what's that look for? I'll pretend I didn't see that. We always have fun on our adventures. The Captain knows how to show appreciation and a good time to his buddies. Anyway, today we're going on a cruise...How awesome does that sound?

[[ Tomko, for the first time ever, looks seemingly intimidated. Christian looks puzzled at his monsterous problem solver. ]]

Christian: What?

Tyson Tomko: ....Water.

Christian: Yeah?

[[ Christian thinks about it for a second and he comes to, like a lightbulb went off in his mind. ]]

Christian: You can't swim, can you?

[[ Tomko tries staying cool, putting on his best poker face. ]]

Christian: Eh, don't worry about it. It's just like me facing Randy Orton, no big deal, man. Lots of people can't swim, just like a lot of people can't beat me...Not so much "a lot", but moreso NOBODY...But you get my picture, right?

Tyson Tomko: ...

Christian: Good. Now, go get ready big man, we got a busy afternoon.

[[ The scene fades as Christian continues watching his old matches. ]]

[[ We open now in rush hour traffic. We're inside of a car and the passengers vacate the front two seats. Jim Cornette, the king of awkward fashion isdressed in green suit coat, baby blue shirt, and red paints. He sits nervously in the passenger's seat as Trish, who is wearing a black spaghetti strap shirt is driving. She's going at a high rate of speed, swerving from lane to lane. She's occassionally looking at the road as she is applying lip-gloss in the mirror. ]]

James E. Cornette: I'm not ready to fuckin' die, Trish! Good God!

[[ Cornette not only has a bad taste for fashion, he's also a hot head, who occasionally lets an 'f-bomb' or two slip when he gets nervous or angry to extreme conditions. Trish looks over at him, cocking her right eyebrow. ]]

Trish Stratus: Jim, I know what I'm doing. So if you want to drive, I'll gladly swerve over these next four lanes and let YOU drive.

James E. Cornette: Absolutely not! We crossin' four more lanes of traffic is gonna' end up with us crossin' into the afterlife for sure. It's like Randy Orton's future in PCW, and Trish..I'm too handsome to get disfigured in a car wreck.

Trish Stratus: Poor Randy Orton, he doesn't have a chance against Christian.

[[ Trish continues driving, now finished with her make-up. Suddenly you hear a "THUMP!" and the car shake. Cornette looks all around him, acting like he's seen a ghost. ]]

James E. Cornette: SHIT! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Trish Stratus: *Sighs* Poor possum.

[[ Cornette is in disbelief. He shakes off running over the animal and tries to retain his normal state of uneasiness..to a lesser degree of course. He examines Trish. ]]

James E. Cornette: Gettin' all spiffied up for tonight huh?

Trish Stratus: Of course. This is the comeback of Christian, and I HAVE to look my best. You never know who may pop up in PCW that may be worth taking a look at. Christian was robbed of that title in SGWx, he would have defeated Steve Corino out in the finals. I'm going to make sure, this time around, that belt goes to him.

James E. Cornette: Just make me a promise that this go 'round, you ain't gonna' be fuckin' everything in sight. Vanilla Ice is where I had to draw the line, Trish.

[[ Trish looks absolutely shocked by this claim from Cornette. Her face is turning about three different shades of red in anger about as fast as you can say "Scott Smith rules." ]]

Trish Stratus: I beg your pardon. I am not a whore, Cornette. What I did in SGWx was soley for Christian and his benefit. I am a perfectly, high-classed female. My legs aren't like automatic doors, they don't just open for anyone. Cornette, to be honest, Moses couldn't even part my legs.

[[ Cornette, not wanting to continue this argument, has no reply, except under his breath, which his disguises with a cough. ]]

James E. Cornette: *Coughs* Bullshit.

Trish Stratus: What?

[[ Cornette doesn't reply as the duo continue on their way to meet up with Christian and Tomko. ]]

[[ We are now back inside of Christian's home. He's dressed in his same attire, looking all decked out for the big 'comeback adventure' planned. He's standing in a doorway, trying to peak in. He looks at his watch and calls for his sidekick. ]]

Christian: T-Square, c'mon out man. Time to roll.

[[ No response, which is what you'd expect to hear out of Tomko since he doesn't say much. But somehow, Christian heard a reply. He cups his hand to his ear, as if he's trying to listen closer. ]]

Christian: Of course you don't look stupid, come on out. I hooked you up with the ultimate life saving device in case our ship sinks. But seriously, the ship's not going to sink, we're not riding in the S.S. APWx or anything.

[[ Zing. ]]

Christian: So be the problem solver you are big man, and come on out and let's go.

[[ Tomko finally reveals himself from behind the door. He's in plain view now, decked out in a black tanktop he was wearing, goo on his nose, shorts, flip-flops and a large inflateable duck around his waist. Poor Tomko, he'll freeze like that in the middle of November..But all in all, Tomko looks pissed to be placed in this situation. Christian smiles and looks approvingly at Tomko. ]]

Christian: Excellent.

Tyson Tomko: ....

Christian: Of course no one will laugh at you. You're a large man wearing a life saving device. You're taking the necessary precautions not to die, man. Just a shame Orton won't heed the warning signs of crashing and burning at Turning Point. I mean, Orton's going to go down faster than Trish on a Saturday night if you catch my drift!

[[ Christian extends his arm for a high five as he lets out a cocky chuckle. Tomko leaves him hanging, because Tomko just doesn't high five people. He's just a man like that. ]]

Christian: But that's besides the point. I'll worry about Randy Orton when the time comes, because tonight, it's time to celebrate the comeback of the BEST!

Tyson Tomko: .... ... .....

[[ Christian's expression is that of a 12 year old's first time seeing porn...Just total shock and flabbergasted. He seems angry at Tomko's comment, what was said is a mystery. ]]

Christian: Not Val Venis..ME!

Tyson Tomko: .....

Christian: Ok, Jerry Seinfeld, enough jokes that aren't funny.

[[ We fade. ]]

[[ The scene fades up a little piece after we last saw Christian and Tomko. A few hours have passed, and it's now mid-afternoon. We see a small pontoon sail boat coasting out in the middle of a large body of water. The sun is glaring down, but it's not really that warm. ]]

[[ On the ship is Tomko, wearing his same, embarassing attire as earlier. Trish is drinking a glass of champagne, looking bored out of her mind, as is Cornette. Christian is steering the ship, huge smile on his face. He's wearing his same attire also, except on his head, is a captain's hat like Skipper off Gilligan's Island would wear. Hats rule, yeah they do. He puts his hand over the top of his eyes to block the sun as he stares out in the horizion. ]]

Christian: Ah, it's good to be the Captain!

Trish Stratus: Christian..I thought we were going on a cruise. I thought the best wrestler in this business would be able to get a larger ship than this...This..Thing!

Christian: Yeah, me too..But the guy said they were all out of the bigger boats...But nevertheless Trish, it still will do to prove my point.

[[ Trish looks at Christian, curious. ]]

Christian: Of course Trish. Unlike everybody else, I don't go on all these cool adventures because I think it'll help me win a match, heck no. I prove these points so my opponents will understand what's going down during our match, so they can make the right decision on not even bother showing up...Duh. Where have you been for the last three years? I haven't made myself the best in the business by being the reason people don't have insomnia anymore, that's Triple H's job.

James E. Cornette: That's right! Christian, I can't wait for your comeback! Jesus Christ though, we'll have to be raisin' a lot of money from now til Turning Point.

Christian: Why's that, Corny?

James E. Cornette: Hell Christian, you're gonna' MURDER Randy Orton! We're gonna' have to get a lot of money to get out of the murder charge! We're gonna' need damn Johnnie Cochran or something! If the glove don't fit, you must aquit and all that garbage. Randy Orton may be the Legend Killer, but the only thing that's dead now is his chances the second that card was booked!

[[ Christian smiles a smile just oozing of confidence. ]]

Christian: Well, I guess that IS right. I mean, afterall, I wouldn't be known as the absolute best wrestler ever...if it wasn't true. I feel bad for Randy Orton though, such a good kid. Bright future ahead of him. Just a case of wrong place wrong time for him. Facing me during the first stop of the "Christian Comeback Tour 2005" just ISN'T how you want to do things. Because I'm more focused and prepared to hoist this company on my back and carry us to the promised land, like I have EVERY company I've been in. The entire roster can go ahead, back off, and let me have the PCW title, because it's as good as mine right now. Triple H? Lance Storm? Who cares?

[[ Tomko shrugs as Christian doesn't skip a beat and continues. ]]

Christian: Sure, they're good wrestlers, but they're just flash in the pans, lightning in bottles. Me, I'm a franchise player. I'm money in the bank. I set the groundwork and paved the way for people like them to become big names in this business we're in. And now that I'm back, I'm fixing to remind everyone of just who the best is...Starting with Randy Orton.

Trish Stratus: Well Christian, we all know you're going to beat Orton. It's so obvious that even Ray Charles can see that Orton's no match for you.

[[ Christian looks at her, and bluntly replies. ]]

Christian: He's blind...and dead.

Trish Stratus: My point exactly.

[[ Christian gives Trish an "Oh." like response. Trish takes another sip of her drink and speaks to Christian again. ]]

Trish Stratus: So anyway, Skipper, why are we out sailing in the middle of November in this rinky dinky boat?

Christian: Glad you asked. See, not only am I the greatest wrestler this side of Timbuktu, Hall of Famer, the Champion of the Peeps, Captain Charisma...I'm also the Captain of the ship.

Trish Stratus: Obviously.

Christian: I'm like, pulling double duty Trish. Not only am I the Captain of Charisma, I'm also considering myself as the man who's taking over the Captain's position in PCW. I'm taking control of that company, and i'm going full steam ahead to the top! It'll be nothing but smooth sailing for C. Diddy from here on out! A new company needs a leader, needs someone who knows what the hell they're doing to guide them to the promised land...And well, sure as hell isn't Randy Orton, so it might as well be the Captain!

Trish Stratus: Randy Orton couldn't wrestle his dick out of his pants, let alone wrestle someone like you...Not that I would know.

[[ Everyone gives Trish a stare as she seems like she's got her back against the wall. She looks around and points at Tomko, and out of desperation says. ]]

Trish Stratus: LOOK! He's wearing a STUPID duck floatee! He can't swim!

Tyson Tomko: ....

Christian: Tomko, don't worry. Trish didn't mean any harm by it.

Trish Stratus: Yes I did.

Tyson Tomko: ...

Christian: Anyway, Randy Orton will learn himself a valuable lesson on Turning Point, as will the entire PCW roster..That when I have my goal set on something, it gets achieved..And when I say I'm going to do something, I get it done. I don't lolly-gag around and play with the mouse like I'm a cat. Oh no, I slam the hammer down and I take care of business. This week on Turning Point, the debut show of PCW...Christian is back, baby, and I'm going back to my old ways...Of dominance! It all starts with Randy Orton this week, and it ends when I have captured my fourth World Heavyweight title, sealing my spot as the GREATEST OF ALL TIME!

[[ He adjusts his hat and looks out into the big body of water they're sailing on. ]]

Christian: People can say all they want about me. That I didn't earn my achievements, that I played the politics game and everything else. But people just need to quit being jealous of me. It's all it is: Jealousy. I beat people because I am the man. And if Paul Heyman wants the posterboy of PCW to be someone who truly is the best the company has to offer, then he need to look no longer. Because if you look the "Greatest" up in the dictionary, you'll see my picture beside the world. And if you look up "Owned" you'll see Randy Orton! Because at Turning Point, I'll give Randy Orton's career a Turning Point alright...

[[ A cocky smirk crosses his face for a second as he breaks his comment. ]]

Christian: I'll send that rising career of his on a downward spiral right back down to square one! I'll do Randy Orton just like everyone who has tried being the hero and tried taking me down. The Legend Killer will be nothing more than a stepping stone to the top of this company, and another win in my win column! Because that's how I roll!

James E. Cornette: Randy Orton's going to be as worthless after this match as his ol' daddy was! Randy Orton's got a snowball's chance in hell of beatin' Christian, and that ain't a very good chance at all!

Tyson Tomko: .... ... ......

[[ Christian nods, agreeing with his problem solver. ]]

Christian: You're right Tomko, hell is hot, and snow does melt.

Tyson Tomko: .......

Christian: Randy Orton is like Trish Stratus in the backseat of a car...

[[ Christian is trying to piece it together. Trish looks pissed as she gives the answer in a monotone voice. ]]

Trish Stratus: Screwed.

Christian: OH! Haha Tomko, snap!

[[ Trish just stares at Christian with a look that would kill a man if stared at long enough. ]]

Christian: I can't wait to get back in the ring and retake my spot at the best this business has to offer. It's been a long time coming. I have a few wrongs I need to make right before I fade out and for good. This new era of wrestlers are just getting things handed to them they don't deserve...But now that I'm back, the only thing that'll be handed to them, is when I'll hand them their ASS!...And it all starts with Randy Orton this week on Turning Point...And if he doesn't like it, too bad, because there's nothing he can do about it.

[[ Christian smirks and slaps his chest three times. ]]

Christian: Because, until proven wrong...

[[ Christian takes in a deep breath of air. ]]

Christian: It's good to be back.

[[ The camera zooms out as we get a wide view of Christian steering the ship into the sunset. The scene fades. ]]

[[ Static. ]]

[[ Fade out. ]]

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